The old man tried to look away, not wanting to meet his gaze, but he found it impossible. His pupils seemed locked, forced to engage with those deep, well-like eyes.
In his mind, an ancient well appeared, and he involuntarily bent down to look into it.
The well was deep, with no bottom in sight, and it was so dark that it made one's heart skip a beat.
This feeling of panic was like someone with a fear of heights being pushed out of an airplane. Looking down, there was no blue sea below but a black, ink-like eerie sea, completely calm, without a single wave.
At that moment, he even felt the suffocation of death!
In his mind, something was being pulled out, forgotten...
Suddenly, everything before him turned dark, and he fell straight to the ground.
Hua Jinyan didn't glance at him again, but turned his attention to the little one still "playing soccer."
